A loud, screechy vocalization was what awoke the assistants at what was believed to be nighttime.
Horse-Face had been so startled by it, that he fell out of his bed, slamming his bandaged legs hard against the floor.
When he yelped out in pain, Ox-Head just responded with an inappropriately cheery, “You’re clumsy!”
Horse-Face was more concerned as to why the entirety of his vision was dark. Instead of the usual lights brightening up the rooms, there were paper lanterns affixed to the walls.
Getting to his feet, Horse-Face followed Ox-Head out the door, taking care not to stumble. Out in the hallway, they encountered Sunny and Moony, who apparently had heard the same sound.
“You guys heard it, too?” Moony quietly asked. Both nodded while all four of them were bathed in the glow of the lanterns surrounding them.
Under their feet was a trail of shredded red flower petals. Figuring that following it would lead then to the screecher, they set off through the hallways.
“This reminds me of the time I was locked in a church basement!” Ox-Head chirped a bit too cheerily. “Except penguin ladies aren’t hitting me with rulers!”
Beyond his disturbing admission, the assistants were, for the most part, quiet.
“Oh, Sagebear!” Annette said when she ran her hands over the dog’s chubbiness. “What have those Rackets been feeding you?”
Sagebear just wagged her long tail, and jumped off the bed she’d been rolling on. She then waddled out to the living room, and began sticking her nose among the half-open bags and suitcases. Doing so led her to knock them over onto their sides.
“Now what are you looking for?” Annette noticed that Sagebear seemed particularly interested in the contents of a black and red gym bag. Kneeling next to her, Annette opened the bag the rest of the way.
Tucked away in the corner of the bag was what looked to be an orange bottle with a white cap. Grabbing it out of curiosity, Annette looked it over in her hands.
Much to her relief, it wasn’t Diazepam. What did strike her as odd was the name on the label.
“Racket, Dennis Jr. Huh. Last I checked, Dennis didn’t have any other kids-”
It then dawned on her as to just whose medication she was holding.
The sight that was now before the assistants was a bizarre and unexplainable one.
Among a circle of red spider lilies, The Builder was prancing about like an inebriated cancan dancer. Their squawking and screeching made their ears hurt terribly.
“Jeez,” Moony said over their horrific performance, “they make Florence Foster Jenkins sound like Maria Callas.”
His remark was then answered to by a knife thrown at his face. Sunny thankfully caught it before it did any serious damage.
“No talking during my performance!” The Builder shouted at him. “The dollies needed entertainment, quit ruining it!”
All four assistants turned to look at the two dolls slumped in the prison cell. They were situated in a position that looked as if they were about to have tea-time.
The female doll was quite elaborately dressed up now. Ox-Head was still upset that he had to take Annette’s ring off of her hand. The male doll was more simply dressed, but was still clearly a stuffed Julian clone.
Reaching over, Horse-Face took the knife out of Sunny’s hands, and made as if to puncture his own eardrums with it.
Unfortunately, it was kicked out of his hand by The Builder before he could do so.
Annette followed Sagebear on her knees as Sagebear poked around a large, open suitcase.
When Annette slid her hand into the pocket sewn into the lining, she felt something hard, presumably made of plastic. Pulling it out, she saw it was a DVD labeled “Racket Wedding.”
Intrigued, she sidled over to the TV, and placed it into the DVD player sitting on top of it. turning everything on, she sat and began watching.
She was at least grateful she didn’t have to expect disturbing video footage of presumed experiments.
The video began with Dennis and Blaise standing under an arch. Both of them were dressed in suits as they held each other’s hands. Dennis had his hair wrapped up in a bandana, and a leather vest worn over his wedding suit.
Dennis was speaking what Annette was presuming were his own wedding vows. He professed his love to Blaise, and told her just how much she meant to him.
At that time, the camera panned over to Blaise’s right. Now it showed Sagebear wearing a tuxedo, licking her privates rather languidly.
Whoever was manning the camera started snickering. From the sound of it, it was Shark. He was clearly trying not to laugh too much at watching Sagebear clean herself.
Annette just cocked an eyebrow, and leaned back when Shark in the video was told to pan it back to his father speaking.
“Right,” Annette said to the Sagebear sitting next to her now. “I’ll spare you the embarrassment of having to watch that, doggy.”
She then reached up and fast forwarded to another section of the video. Now it looked to be at the reception party. Shark still appeared to be running the camera.
“Dad!” He said in the video, while his father was out on the dance floor with Blaise. “I can’t find Sagebear!”
“You can’t find her?” Following that question came a short time of searching. When looking through certain places yielded nothing, she was finally found on one of the tables.
Sagebear in the video was helping herself to the entire wedding cake, munching on it happily. The front of her tuxedo was smeared with crumbs and frosting.
Then came a gasp, followed by Shark exclaiming, “Sagebear, no!”
“Oh puppy, get down from there! That cake hasn’t been cut yet!” Dennis said as he ran over to pick up Sagebear off the table.
A few more minutes later, and the footage stopped. Taking that as a sign to stop the DVD going, Annette pressed the corresponding button, and turned the DVD player off.
“Looks like you’ve been living it up while I was gone, huh Sagebear?” Annette asked her before petting her on the head. Before Sagebear could properly answer, though, the sound of a taxi reaching the house could be heard.
“Oh, shit!” Annette whispered loudly. Frantically putting the DVD and pills back where she found them, she ran into the bedroom and hid behind the dresser again.
Hearing the door open, Annette could hear Shark make a surprised noise over the mess Sagebear was sitting next to.
“Aw, Sagebear!” He then said to the dog. “Were you looking for your toys? Did you get bored? Well, hang on. I’ll grab you your toys now.”
Taking the opportunity to escape, Annette pulled up the bedroom window, and clumsily clambered out. Her foot caught on the windowsill, causing her to fall and faceplant into the ground.
When Annette stood up and brushed herself off, she went to go find somewhere else to hide. It pained her to have to leave Sagebear again, but she didn’t really have much other choice at this point.